Dontbenobodysbitch Lyrics - B.o.b.

[Intro] 

In search of something greater 

I'm sick and tired of doing fuck niggas favors 

I'm sick and tired of chasing down designer labels 

So I said "fuck it, imma start up my own label" 

Just tryna please you, I just ain't capable 

I'm sick and tired of tryna make myself relatable 

So please don't ask me why my eyes low 

'Cause madafucka i could do this with my eyes closed 

Related 

23 Boy Band Slow Jams That Made You Believe In Love 

Love Stinks, So Here Are 15 Anti-Valentine's Day Songs 

Modern Love: The Best Top 40 Love Songs For Valentine's Day 

[Verse 1] 

How many hits? How many pills do I gotta take to think of a hit? 

To be at the top, how much cotton do I gotta pick? 

How many M's do I gotta get? Don't make any sense 

Ain't that a bitch? Ain't I legit? 

Sinse I was a git, fuck with my shit 

I was a stubborn kid, I grew up stuttering, hoping that someone on top would discover me 

How many publicists do I gotta-? 

How many publicists I gotta hire to check all this fuckery? Someone should cover this, I've had enough of this 

I can't make up this shit, I am on too many substances 

How many streams? How many themes? How many awards? How many rings? 

Fuck with these dreams 

[Hook] 

Who I ride for? 

Definitely not no clown-ass niggas, call you sideshows 

And we, and we know that your IG be telling lies, ho 

I'mma reap the shit that I sow 

Photos 

[Verse 2] 

I find it odd, niggas stay saying "don't wife a thot" 

But you wifing thots behind the dignified facade 

Your life's in knots, my life might appear more aligned a notch, but I'm on suicidal watch 

(Hello? you ever just wanna die a lot) 

Well, commence the chords, B.o.B you sound rich and bored 

I say we're just a bunch of piles of shit with pores 

That spend all day eating, then shit some more 

I don't want kids, I'm convinced, I'm sure 

Pull out like my dick's a sword 

Eight billion people, 90% of them's poor, but fuck it, what's a few more 

Let's even get more shit to afford 

Seventy summers on [?] 

You on, you on, you on my dick 

A dog, a dog, a dog only holler when it's hit 

That means something I said must got under your skin 

Tell me, how real can I get? 

I said fuck the feds, the twelve, the cia and apeshit 

'Cause they can't do shit 

[Hook] 

Who I ride for? 

Clown-ass niggas, call you sideshows 

Your IG be telling lies, ho 

I'mma reap the shit that I sow 

[Outro] 

In search of something greater